Dana had to figure out how to get to America, and quick. It was quiet late at night and the only thing keeping her going was the thought of James. She thought to herself that she wasn't normally one to make up drastic plans like this, but then again when she got together with James they had followed a staff member and accused him of wanting James out of Cherub.

Maybe it was her lust for James that stopped her thinking straight. All she knew is that there was no way he could be dead. He was James; he wasn't going to go down without a fight. And the mission controllers would have told her if they knew he was dead.

Then a thought jumped into her head. What if she used the same strategy her and James had used to get out of the campus. And then she would go to the airport. Money, what would she do for money? She knew that Cherub had a series of bank accounts, but she could be to easily track when she got any money out.

She could steel from a shop outside Cherub. No, out of the question she wouldn't stoop that low. Dana lay on her bed wondering for quiet some time. Sleep came quickly and she didn't try to stay awake. She fell into a deep sleep.

"Dana… DANA!!!"

James stepped back from her bed and started talking to her. He just said her name over and over again…

Dana slowly opened her eyes and the image of James disappeared and turned into Lauren.

"What do you want Lauren?" Dana said in a groggy voice.

"I want you to come to breakfast NOW! You missed breakfast yesterday and the day before. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day you know."

"Okay I'm coming, save me a seat."

Lauren sprinted out of Dana's room and off to breakfast. Dana flopped back down on her bed but then sat bolt upright.

"James' money!" she said to herself.

"James found a lot of money in his mum's volt just before he came here."

She could still remember that convocation she had had with him just over a year ago now. Dana stripped as fast as she could, chucked on some clothes and sprinted out her door. As soon as she'd pleased Lauren by eating breakfast, she ran to James room. She produced the key from round her neck; luckily James had given her one for her birthday this year.

She pushed open the door and stared into his room.

"If I were James where would I put my dead mum's cash?" she asked herself quietly?